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by Eiji
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1341694
Material wealth cannot satisfy what love can.
In robes of finest silk I sit,
my sword but a grasp away.
A table of succulence befitting a King,
is at my pleasured reach.

My subordinate lords and vassals,
within my inner circle,
sit before me in merriment,
enjoying the wine and feast

An elegant hand holds back her sleeve,
pouring my cup of wine.
Her crimson robe in flowers,
accents her beauty more.

Though I nod in approval
she will never see but sense,
for her eyes will never meet my gaze,
forbidden by manners taught.

The music and laughter wanes,
as I turn to the open doors,
for a summer moon calls to me,
to show the garden's beauty.

As I sit on the moonlit porch,
a night breeze rustles the willow,
and comes to me caressingly,
cooling my wine flushed skin.

The moonbeams show the peaceful lines,
meticulously raked in sand,
the carefully manicured trees of pine,
on the Jasmine scented night.

My mind looks through the garden walls,
on villages, ricefields and towns,
of cedared forests and flowering plains,
all of mine to see.

Swordsmen,farmers, and merchants,
all bow at my prescence.
I nod at their adoration,
to show that all is well.

But only if they knew,
my smiling countenance hides,
a need for love from a woman,
who wlll always be by my side.

How long can I go on,
chasing this fleeting love,
for my life will never be complete,
like a sword without it's scabbard...
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